Sadie was given to me when she was a just baby and I was in the fourth grade by my stepdad to show me how much he loved me. From that moment on until the day she died, we were together constantly. For seven years, she was by my side. She wouldn’t sleep anywhere else but my bed. Wherever I was in the house she was right there.
Seven years after I got her, she was killed by another dog on Thanksgiving Day. I went through shock and disbelief, then guilt and loneliness. There were times before Sadie died that I thought about what would happened when she died but I shrugged it off because I figured that she would live to be a very old dog.
A couple of times before, she had almost died but my parents and I always managed to save her until that one day. After Sadie died, I learned to deal with death and mourning. The most important thing I learned was that when you love someone you should really show how much you care and love them.
I never fully realized how much losing Sadie would hurt and that the pain doesn’t go away easily. I learned that when you lose someone you love, it takes a lot of time to heal the wounds. Without Sadie, I’ve learned to remember all the great times we had when she was alive. I always hope and pray to God that I’ll see her heaven and that He’ll take of her while I’m not there. Because of Sadie,
I have learned to be a better friend and person.
From Sadie's mama,
| Victoria |